This is a song about "Left"

Left, right, left, i've just gotta keep walking.

And getting money is the song i sing

Bout time i got my respect

Take away what ever's left

Just say he's the best

With the rest who are left

Promises that had us left assured

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Never gotta wonder you're right, i left

That's why i never claimed i was the best

'till there's nothin' left.

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

So check the verse miss. i ain't say i'm perfect

But he was lifeless, not a pulse left

Observe: cock and spray

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